Park Number: 24/61
First Visited: July 16, 2011
We awoke to a collapsed tent, everything toppled on top of us. This was four in the morning. The hours leading up to this fiasco had not been pleasant either: unexpected Midwest humidity, swarms of unrelenting mosquitos, a looming rainstorm on the horizon.
Instead of trying to salvage our temporary home and reclaim sleep, we just shoved the tent back in the suburban, drove to the top of the badland formations, and watched the theatrics we'd been invited to see.
To our right the sun began to rise, casting gold across an already golden plain; to our left, Zeus sent lightning bolts danced along the landscape, illuminating what was left of the lingering darkness.
It was an awful night. It was one of the best I’ve ever had.